Zara POV

Faced with Julia's shocked expression, I shrug and smile. "I wasn't planning to reveal it so soon."

"Who was that woman?" Julia cranes her neck toward the door, still looking for Esta's retreating figure.

"A rabid dog." I wave dismissively. "Forget about her. What do you want to eat? Let's order."

The manager seats us at the best table. Delicious food arrives quickly. We dig in.

Julia spears some cheese, looking at me curiously. "I want to hear your story, honey. If you're willing to ...